Chase looked over Connor's face quietly, wondering what sort of past and upbringing he had. It was funny when Chase first started working for House that House had pegged him as the pristine golden boy who was riding on daddy's privilege card. His assumption couldn't have been more further from the truth. His relationship with his dad was abysmal and his mother was dead from alcoholism. That was only scratching the surface too. He couldn't help but wonder what Connor's story was and why he had gone from 0 to 1000 of distressed states. "Just make sure you stick to raspberry. I'm allergic to strawberry, and there's nothing worse than anaphylactic shock to ruin the mood of a good fuck."
He took the meds back off Connor and shoved them in his pocket. "If you need more, we'll stick to the standard regular dose when it's next due." He was still standing there waiting for Connor to get out of the car. There was no way he was going to force the guy into anything. Hell, if he told Chase right then that he was having second thoughts, he would have just gotten back in the car and driven him back to the hospital to his own car. They weren't married, they weren't even dating, he had no grounds for forcing Connor's hand at anything, even if he was worried about his obvious distressed state and concerned about the trouble he had gotten himself into. He would help, but Connor had to want it. Chase learnt his lesson about that in his early days working for House. It never ended well, especially not with a stubborn, cocky ego involved. "I still beg to differ. Criminal precedent law isn't black and white. It's interchangeable, any court case at trial can change a whole string of laws in one verdict. See, I know my shit. I've been around longer than you, remember. Every genius has an Achilles Heal. You're going to learn more from her when she fails, trust me on that. Nah, gold star crim, you would have to be a pedophile serial killer. You've got wiggle room. And I'm not letting you drink in this state, so nice try." He closed the door over behind Connor and locked the Jeep up, setting the alarm so they could head inside.
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He took the meds back off Connor and shoved them in his pocket. "If you need more, we'll stick to the standard regular dose when it's next due." He was still standing there waiting for Connor to get out of the car. There was no way he was going to force the guy into anything. Hell, if he told Chase right then that he was having second thoughts, he would have just gotten back in the car and driven him back to the hospital to his own car. They weren't married, they weren't even dating, he had no grounds for forcing Connor's hand at anything, even if he was worried about his obvious distressed state and concerned about the trouble he had gotten himself into. He would help, but Connor had to want it. Chase learnt his lesson about that in his early days working for House. It never ended well, especially not with a stubborn, cocky ego involved. "I still beg to differ. Criminal precedent law isn't black and white. It's interchangeable, any court case at trial can change a whole string of laws in one verdict. See, I know my shit. I've been around longer than you, remember. Every genius has an Achilles Heal. You're going to learn more from her when she fails, trust me on that. Nah, gold star crim, you would have to be a pedophile serial killer. You've got wiggle room. And I'm not letting you drink in this state, so nice try." He closed the door over behind Connor and locked the Jeep up, setting the alarm so they could head inside.